There are certain real-life experiences I like just so. Going to the movies is one of them. I don’t like people that talk while I’m trying to watch a movie (in fact, I always fantasize I grow gigantic in the movie theater at that moment, and turn those talkative idiots into paste with my feet or other parts of my body, while one of my hands is holding my date, and… I still manage to have fun with him – that particular fantasy has been with me since the beginning); I don’t like other things that I’m not going to specify here, as they are so particular they render me identifiable by name… but the idea of taking my little guy to the movies and doing anything else but watching a movie was unthinkable… until recently.
The above comic strip has a bit more explicit content than I’m used to posting here, but it expounds upon that recent change, or maybe it just hints at it. All I know is that there is nothing wrong with the notion of taking my little Hopier (who inspired that change) to the movies in that world of size differences in which we both live, and doing something entirely apart from what we originally intended to do. And that’s all I’m going to say. Wait, no, that’s not true: I’ll also add everyone on Earth loves Jason Statham, and those same people also despise movies based on Nicholas* Sparks books.